Lickity Split Tonka

January 4, 2002 - March 30, 2008

Seems lately there is no end to the grief and heartache here at Rancho Fiasco. If you have a lot of terriers, you will suffer a lot of pain when they leave you. Our little Tonks was just a precious little guy. He was a soft and kind little soul that we loved very much. I came in from doing some tractor work today and he was gone. Died of a seizure or aneurysm. At any rate, he was taken much too early and he will be missed badly. This little terrier loved life. One of his favorite things to do was ride on the golf cart. If that thing started, he was on it and going for a ride. He loved to lay next to you and have you scratch his chest. If you stopped, he would paw at you until you started again. Everything was an adventure to Tonka. He loved life to the fullest. This little guy won more Working Terrier Championships than I can count over the past 6 years. Our home is filled with ribbons and Perpetual Trophys that he had won over the years. Words can not express the amount of pain we are feeling at his early passing.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams, actual as in

life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not where that dog sleeps. On a hill where the

wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or

somewhere in the flatness of a patureland where most exhilarating horses graze. It is one to a dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost - if memory lives.

But there is one best place to bury a dog.

If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heal, they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who have never really had a dog. Smile at them for you shall know something that is hidden from them.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master...